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Erase Racism

Big Daddy Kane

Beats & Rhymes: Hip-Hop of the 90's, Vol. 1

1997

Unless it's diluted, for somethin' to intrude it
Then I see your family tree was uprooted
So don't be foolish if you're Jewish or Hindu
The racial

Sweet Pea apple of my eye
Take me down to your cherry tree
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
What's going on under your sleeve
Sweet Pea touch

I'm dreaming vegetables.  I'm counting peas
I'm driving a cucumber up and down my street
I'm kissing broccoli.  Dancing with swedes
I'm dreaming

I'm dreaming vegetables
I'm counting peas
I'm driving a cucumber up and down my street
I'm kissing broccoli.  Dancing with swedes
I'm dreaming

I'm dreaming vegetables.  I'm counting peas
I'm driving a cucumber up and down my street
I'm kissing broccoli.  Dancing with swedes
I'm dreaming

My neighbours wanna sleep in peace
Landlady's all about her peas
Cuz on the phone calling me money tree
But my bank balance's giving me fits
My

is grind, member them times, we used to shop at the Dollar Tree
Money and power, that's my zodiac sign, nigga I'm countin' G's
But honestly, I came

This beat is funky like when mom would clean them chitlin's
Collard green's corn bread all of the fixin's
Black-eyed pea's on new years traditions

Yo
Check it
Ay
Ay B. V. to you 

Black Eyed Peas
With some gravy in a pot
Mix it up 
You know I'm coming in with that hot
Light em up
You know they

you as naughty
Stuck with presents underneath the tree
None of them were even for me
They were all for my sweet pea
She left me on Christmas Eve
Stuck

Tree Hugger

Rugburns

Taking the World by Donkey

1995

I could wear some clothes, on my voice I have no choice

Feed me peas and feed me corn and feed me wild oats
Let's move to the hills together

tree
Eat up all the pieces, 1 2 3
Mmmm broccoli, mmmm broccoli
Nom nom nom nom, let's eat broccoli
Yummy, so yummy, I love it, I love it
Yummy, so yummy,

southern food I know you hear me.
Pigeon peas, macaroni, and the chicken babe.
Cooking like it's thanksgiving.
Bitch I got my pots…
You're just waking up

Meet me 'neath the Hawthorn tree
So I may sing to thee
I'll fasten golden chain
Around your neck
Like weeping cherry
Meet me 'neath the Rowan tree
So

Apple tree, apple tree
Are your blossoms blooming just for me?
Remember when you were just a lil' seed
I planted you in my garden I always did

and siberian suns burn
She's wise and he is learned
Beyond eyes and ears concern

It sits down by a tree
Its sits inside of thee
And grows a fruit of life

knock him down like a tree
Catch a fuck nigga shoot my shot like a three
Fuck em crackas ian sign no plea
Hit em up get em squashed like pea
Hit em up wet

Yeah
I'm at the big apple
NYC
Who is you, Yeah you not he
Bitch hit my line it's sad to see
Pockets fat like EDP
But it can hide behind a tree
That's

Paint it blue 
This is we 

Tell me something I don’t know 
Tell me something we can grow 

Into a tree down south 
A picket fence 
Down south 

Want you

melon
Proper folks sigh
But if I can't have you
Part of me dies

Black-eyed peas
Will make a sister mean

Fight you for them
Until the grass ain't green

In the day
When I wake
To the sound of your voice
In the night
When we fight
Over corners of a quilt
Right then I know
That you're the only pea for

Mosquitoes fear me, they lurk

I sense Carribean sea
Just sitting under the tree
There's nowhere that I can't go
New York, Siberian snow
I mock their boundries

Just an ignorant n***a with a smart mouth
I mean a smart black man with some ignorant ways
A Siberian tiger with a flamethrower
'Cause this cool cat just